Arad's crooked savior

"She has a good plan, and she wants to conquer the entire Bantu tribe without a single blow!" An old man from the tribe sneered dissatisfied. Although his beard and hair were all white, the muscles on his arms were still strong, and the tattoos on his arms were lifelike. Wolf head totem.

The small town of Châtli and the Stry Plateau are places with severe cold climates that are difficult to cultivate and have poor products. Although they are better than the extreme environment of the Ten Thousand Years Snow Mountain, they are not much better.

It would be too wishful thinking to use some soil that the empire does not pay attention to to gain the loyalty of the entire Bantu population of nearly 200,000 people. It can be said to be a good business.

"Buwanga, this matter is absolutely non-negotiable. Bantu, the tribe's first hero thousands of years ago, once led his warriors to the present-day Belmare. It was full of glory and shocked the continent. How can we rely on others now!"

The respected old people expressed their objections one after another, drank kumiss in anger, and then walked down the mountain.

"I guess they are scolding me for being short-sighted and not knowing what honor is." Bwanga shrugged, looking up at the vast and fertile land of the Southern Empire, his face with vicissitudes of life showing a hint of envy.

The harsh environment restricts the development of the Bantu people. The geographical restrictions of being in a corner, and the cultural customs that are completely different from the Arad continent, destined the Bantu people to slowly fall to the end of the era.

The changes in the world are like changing the world, especially since the outbreak of the transfer phenomenon. Arad seems to have suddenly sprinted from a slow pace.

Can the honors of the past be kept in the stomach?

Even Delos, which inherited the honor of Pelus, almost fell apart and collapsed into vassal states due to civil strife.

As the highly anticipated patriarch, Bwanga has a long-term vision and must not be indulging in short-term stability and stop moving forward. While others are facing the times, the Bantu people have just made ends meet.

"Sticking to the traditional ancestral land or seeking new breakthroughs, no matter which one, it is a great challenge for the Bantu people and affects the fate of the tribe!" Bwanga continued. He has recovered well and is healthy. of spirit.

Persistence means being restricted by the natural environment and poor resources, while breakthrough means that the Bantu people have to give up their beliefs and traditions engraved in their blood.

In fact, Bwanga was also opposed to Queen Josephine's proposal. He sacrificed some of the more desolate land to recruit the three tribes in the Snowy Mountains. Although each got what they needed, the empire still had the upper hand in terms of profits.

He also understood that Josephine was just expressing her attitude that the empire had similar ideas and that you also happen to need a way to make a living. If the Bantu people really cannot survive due to environmental problems in the future, they can come back with this secret letter. Me, let's negotiate in detail.

Of course, before this, even if it had a territory of thousands of miles, the empire would not give up an inch of ground.

Ye Lin sighed, and thought of a long time ago. At that time, the land area of ​​the Arad continent was much smaller than it is now. It was Master Mar who raised a large amount of sea water into the sky, revealing new fertile soil, allowing all races to reproduce.

Fertile land cannot be created out of thin air. The harsh environment of the thousands-year-old snow-capped mountains has been exploited to the extreme. The development of the Bantu people has faced invisible shackles.

The charcoal fire is red and bright, and iron skewers are strung between pieces of mutton fat and pieces of mutton. Mintai then sprinkles a little bit of fine salt and barbecue seasoning powder. The aroma is fragrant and makes people greedy.

The first ten meat skewers were grilled to perfection, and Mintai carefully placed them on the plate. Under Rabina's eager and expectant eyes, he handed them to Ye Lin first.

"Try it quickly. How does it taste? How salty is it? Do you want chili powder?"

Thanks to the opening of the trade route on the ridge, the Bantu people can purchase cheap and abundant spices, and the cooking taste of their food has improved to a higher level. In the past, meat had a strong smell, so they often mixed it with some ingredients to make soup. .

Ye Lin picked up a bunch and handed the rest to Buwanga first, nodding and saying: "The meat is fragrant but not greasy, the color is attractive, and the saltiness is moderate. Mintai's skills are so good, he can compare with the best chefs. I couldn’t bear to eat them all.”

Rabina, who was waiting on the side, looked stunned and jealous, and the sour taste almost became a real condiment.

Mintai~ I am your brother, dear brother, shouldn't you consider me first, even if you hand me a bunch at the same time, silently complaining.

And isn’t it just a bunch of mutton skewers? Why did you insist on praising it as a delicacy, the treasure of the state banquet? Are you ashamed? Rabina was full of complaints.

After eating some food and wine, the coldness on the ridge was dispelled, and Ye Lin glanced sideways at Bwonga. If you have anything to do, you might as well just say it. My mother-in-law is not like you.

He didn't think that Bwanga's heroic expressions and scolding Fang Qiu on the ridge were really just an expression of emotion and a temporary whim.

As expected, Buwanga burst out laughing, feeling slightly ashamed of his coquettishness. He raised his glass and touched it with Ye Lin, saying: "Your realm is much higher than ours. You can see a world beyond our reach. Have you ever seen a great person?" Wolf God, Ox God, Bingxin Rabbit God?”

The Bantu people have indeed encountered huge difficulties in survival and development. With his own strength and heroic courage, he can no longer lead the Bantu people into a mysterious and unpredictable future.

The three major tribes urgently need a higher-ranking being to guide them, clear away the confusion, and lead them in the direction of progress, which are the sacred animal totems of their faith, wolf, ox, and rabbit.

But except for Mintai, who had met the Bingxin Rabbit God once, no one had ever seen other holy beasts. There were even some cautious people in the tribe who doubted whether Mintai was lying.

Since Ye Lin once had a glimpse of the divine realm, is there a way to find the Bantu tribe's totem sacred beast? This is very important to the Bantu tribe who are in a deadlock.

"I just met Bing Xin Rabbit God by chance, in a very magical and special world." Ye Lin subconsciously touched his waist and abdomen. The rabbit's legs were as strong as a falling star, and his almost immortal body was... Can be kicked to break defense.

He understood Bwanga's worries as a clan leader, being left behind by the waves of the times and falling behind in the blink of an eye.

Ye Lin also told her that instead of asking her to pray, she might as well ask Min Tai to pray more. She had really seen the Bing Xin Rabbit God, and she could testify.

…

The starry sky in the snow-capped mountains seems to be clearer and clearer, the moon is bright and bright, the sky is full of stars, the air is slightly cold, and everything is quiet and quiet.

After curing Bwanga, Ye Lin originally wanted to take the good boy Mintai back to Hetonmare. He would rest early and have time to attend classes as usual tomorrow.

But Mintai still remembers the leave request note written by Ye Lin. It may have been infected by the bear girl Beyana. The good boy suddenly had a little bad idea. It was a hard-won opportunity. It was justifiable to be lazy for a day. She was smart and smart. , courses in various subjects can keep up.

"Mintai, you have been studying in Hedunmar for two years, right?" Ye Lin brewed a pot of spirit leaf tea for her. It tasted sweet and made her lips and teeth brittle. It could also slightly increase her ability to perceive magic.

"Well, it's only been two years since summer vacation." Mintai lowered his head and sipped hot tea. He was wearing a warm coat and his bright and pretty cheeks were rosy.

"Are you graduating next year?" Ye Lin seemed a little disappointed when he mentioned this.

"Well, the original plan was to study for three years, and now I am an awakened person." Mintai smiled brightly, spinning a wisp of crystal white snowflakes on her fingertips. She was progressing very quickly.

Not only is she accomplished in elemental magic, but she also studies the Bantu's unique wizarding secrets very seriously, and has almost mastered all the secrets.

Mintai, who was pure and kind-hearted, didn't know why Ye Lin was so depressed all of a sudden. He thought he had caught the wind and cold on the ridge, so he reached out and touched the temperature of his forehead.

"Mintai, after graduation, are you going to go back to the Bantu tribe? You really can't bear to do it."

Although it was something that would only be considered a year later, Mintai was a little stunned when Ye Lin suddenly mentioned it.

She lives in a dormitory at the magic school, but she basically goes to the manor every weekend to have a meal. Her sisters are also very kind to her and dote on her as if they were their own sister.

If after graduation, I really return to the Bantu tribe to become a shaman, will it be difficult to see everyone?

It's not that she has no sense of responsibility for the Bantu people, nor is she greedy for the comfortable life of Hutton Mar, but the pain of separation is human and unavoidable.

There is still one year, which sounds like a long time, but it is often just a fleeting moment, slipping away from you without even realizing it.

"I...I can't bear to leave you all." Mintai held the teacup and looked at the bright stars in the sky, murmured, and slowly leaned his head on Ye Lin's shoulder.